8.
As good as it was to finally admit his feelings out loud, Emily only left him with more questions than answers. He'd left the Quartermaine's without any clear direction in mind, but his truck seemed to have a mind of its own. After Sonny's call, he'd somehow ended up parked in front of the Sons of Neptune Marina. He backed into the spot so he had a perfect view of Sam's aft deck through the wrought iron fence from his seat. He wasn't really sure what he was doing there.
He knew by the way Sam ignored him earlier she didn't want anything to do with him anytime soon. He knew Sam. He knew she needed time. At least he hoped all she needed was a little time, time enough to cool down and allow him to explain. Even though he knew today probably wasn't the day she'd be ready to hear him out, he still couldn't bring himself to drive away. Just being near her calmed him, gave him peace from all the nagging questions in his head. When he was near Sam it was like she was the only answer that mattered, like she was the answer to his every question.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but eventually Jason sensed Sam wasn't there and his peace started to slip away. The questions began whirling through his brain again and his emotions were getting the better of his usually controlled demeanor. He headed back home, shrugged out of his leather jacket and threw his keys on his desk before downing five of the six beers left in his otherwise empty fridge.
The beer hadn't given him much relief, but he'd thrown all his hard liquor away months ago. After that night with Elizabeth, he'd sworn off the hard stuff for good. He never wanted to lose control of his judgment and make another mistake that bad ever again. He thought of taking his bike out for a ride, but decided against it since he'd had a few too many in too short of a time to drive safe. So he walked up to his room, stripped down naked and pulled on a pair of workout sweats instead.
He began with a few stretches and a strenuous five mile run on the treadmill then went to work on muscle strengthening and toning of his upper and lower body. He'd lost count of how many sets of each move he'd done before moving on to do more. He must have worked the jump-rope for a good fifteen minutes straight and been working the bag for a good thirty when he heard a knock at his door.
He wondered if they'd been knocking long because it felt like it took him a few minutes for the sound to register. His mind was a frenzied highway of anger, confusion and frustration at both himself and his situation. He'd unleashed a fury of punches, kicks, knee strikes and more to every area of the bag. Every blow landed on that grappling dummy heavy bag had been like he was beating on himself and he couldn't hit that bag hard enough to knock any sense into the stupid dummy he'd been last August and every day since that made all the mistakes that led him to the point where he felt as if he'd ruined his entire future. Emily was right. He was trapped and no matter what he did, he was going to hurt someone. It was only a question of how many and how much and he hated himself for messing up, losing control that one night and now being forced to hurt people he cared about.
The sweat poured off him as he removed his gloves and tossed them on the weight bench. He wiped himself off with a fresh towel and had his shirt in hand on the way downstairs, but his overheated body continued to perspire. His visitor caught him off guard, because his thoughts had been too preoccupied with the very woman in front of him now to bother checking the peephole first. "Sam! What, what brings you by?"
Sam stifled a moan at the sight of him. Lord, give me strength, she prayed. He was gorgeous. He wore an almost ferocious expression until surprise covered it at finding her at his door. His stance exuded power. He was so virile, the very definition of masculinity. A pair of black sweats hung low on his hips revealing a fine blond happy trail just below his belly button that made her want to follow the bread crumbs to find the happy ending. The black cotton stretched tight across his bulging thighs, giving a satisfying hint of the package nestled in between.
Forcing her eyes upward didn't help much. Sam stood there tongue-tied. What brought her by? Good question. What was she doing there again? It was hard to focus on anything other than his perfectly cut upper body all naked and golden and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. His hair stood in spiky dark blond disarray with tiny trickles of perspiration running down onto his neck making her want to lunge forward and suck on his salty goodness. She blinked, hard. "I thought we should talk. Do you have a minute?"
Jason nodded and opened the door wider for her to enter. He shut it behind him before turning to her not really knowing what to say. "I, uh, was about to get a drink. Want something?"
No drink. Just you, naked and on top of me preferably. She shook the thought out of her head and swallowed only to find her throat was now thoroughly parched. Apparently, all the moisture in her body flooded straight to her core at the sight of him. "Wetter, uh, water! Water would be good."
Jason's brows furrowed in slight confusion, but he just nodded and headed off to the kitchen. Sam watched him leave and sighed inwardly at losing sight of his beautiful body, but thankful to be able to focus once again. She waited for a minute then quickly pulled the cash out of the waistband of her jeans Micheal had taken earlier and slipped it back into Jason's desk drawer where it came from. Well that was easy. Now for the hard part, she sighed.
It felt odd to suddenly find difficulty talking to Jason. Their conversations had always flowed so naturally before. Maybe not though, considering all the lies that had built between them in the last few months. That was a disheartening thought because she'd never opened herself up to anyone more in her life than Jason. Sam didn't want to believe she could have been wrong to trust him as implicitly as she did.
Jason walked back in with two ice cold bottled waters having remembered to put the shirt in his hand on his body sometime before his return. He handed one of the bottles to Sam. He didn't miss the frown on her face. He wondered what had caused it, but felt pretty confident it was him. He sighed deep. He never wanted to be the one to make her so unhappy. She gave him a small smile when she looked up to accept the water from him and his heart beat faster. She'd come to see him. That had to mean something, something good, he hoped. He motioned for her to be seated on the sofa while he took the chair.
Sam took a long sip of her water and a deep breath. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Micheal should learn to face the consequences of his actions. How was he ever supposed to learn, if people kept covering for him? She bit her lip. This time was different. Micheal only acted out of fear, terror really. Maybe he should have had to return the money on his own, but something just didn't feel right about forcing him to do it. It would only open him up for more questioning regarding his actions earlier against the nurse and as much as Sam wanted to trust Jason would believe her and Micheal over Elizabeth, she just wasn't so sure about it. She decided to wait for proof before mentioning anything.
Visiting Jason on the pretense of clearing the air before their trip was the quickest and most convenient way she could come up with to get inside his place and return the money without suspicion. So there she was exactly where she desperately wanted and didn't want to be all at the same time, sitting directly across from the man who made her heart flutter every time he looked at her with such intensity as he did now.
Jason stared at her with a quizzical almost amused expression on his face. Sam blushed realizing she'd been lost in another silent ramble and from the slight smirk on his face he'd realized it too. She took another deep breath. "Carly called."
Jason nodded. "Sonny asked me to watch over Micheal and Kristina this weekend."
Sam chewed the corner of her mouth and nodded while carefully averting her eyes from him. She'd had one of the strongest physical reactions she'd ever had to him when she first walked in and even though he was fully clothed now, it was still difficult to look at him and not want to jump his bones.
Jason watched Sam. She wouldn't even look at him. It was just like earlier at Kelly's. She didn't seem too thrilled at the idea of him tagging along. Jason didn't want to give her an out. He really wanted to go with her, but he didn't want to force her into anything. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'll call Sonny and tell him to send Max instead."
"No!" The desperate declaration left her mouth before she could stop it. It seemed her heart and body were doing the talking for her brain at the moment.
She collected herself. "No, Jason. It'll be fine. Max is great, but he isn't you."
Jason's brow rose at that causing Sam to stutter with further explanation. "I, I mean I know Carly would feel better if it was you. She's being really great to trust me with Michael like this so soon after..." Sam stopped not wanting to bring up a painful time for him, but it was too late. She saw the flash of pain in Jason's eyes and her heart sank. She was sure he'd just relived some horrible memory from the kidnapping.
She denied herself the urge to comfort him with her touch and continued. "If this will give her a little peace of mind, then it's the least I can do. Besides, we're adults right? I thought maybe we could... call a truce for the sake of the kids. You know, agree to table our issues with each other until after the trip."
Jason didn't want to table anything. He wanted to talk it out right now, explain every single action that led up to the big mess and finally get some answers to questions like exactly who the hell Cooper Barrett was to her. He was pretty sure he already knew, but he needed to hear it from her. He wanted to ask, but his foolish pride wanted Sam to bring it up to him just like he knew he owed it to her to explain about Elizabeth.
He took a good look at Sam, debating on whether to lay it all out right now. She kept eying the door like she wanted to escape. She refused to make eye contact. Her posture was stiff. She wasn't even comfortable around him anymore. She wasn't interested in talking things out. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. He sighed again. "Sure, Sam, if you think it's best."
Sam breathed in relief. "I do. I just want to make this trip really special for Kristina and Micheal. I want them to have a really great time."
Jason gave a small smile to hide the disappointment at her request and nodded.
An awkward silence stretched between them. Sam sipped more of her water. She looked back to the door. She should probably leave now. Jason noticed her intent. He wasn't ready for her to go. He just wanted more time with her. "H-How was Molly's party?"
Sam's eyes darted from the door back to Jason upon hearing his question. Her face softened at the mention of her baby sister. Jason was always so respectful of the importance her sisters held in her life. "It was nice, though Alexis is convinced Nik is well on his way to spoiling her worse than Kristina. I think he bought out an entire toy store."
Jason smirked with a half chuckle and head nod. Sam smiled and bit her bottom lip. He couldn't possibly know how sexy he was when he did that, she was certain.
"I'm sure she loved all the toys, but I'll bet her favorite gift was having you home. Kristina's too." Sam couldn't help the way his words and the sincerity within them touched her. She didn't know what to say to that, so she just allowed the soft smile he brought to her lips to linger.
Suddenly she remembered something from last night. "Alexis was surprised when Emily told her one of the gifts she brought for Molly was actually from you. I mean, she said she kind of understood why you give Kristina gifts since she's Sonny's daughter. Alexis was just surprised to see you extend the generosity to Molly."
Sam watched him squirm in sudden discomfort. She'd bet money he was silently reminding himself to tell Emily not to mention who the gift was from next time. He was always doing the most thoughtful things for people, but had such a hard time accepting credit. She thought his cheeks might have reddened, but she couldn't be sure since he still seemed pretty heated from his exercise. It must have been some heavy workout to still be so flushed. She remembered how Jason only seemed to work out that hard when he was truly troubled about something, like the time he believed he'd lost Micheal. She wondered what might be troubling him now and she hated the distance between them that made her feel like she couldn't ask, couldn't help him.
Jason focused on the task of twisting the cap on his water bottle and shrugged. "She's your family Sam."
The way he said it was so simple, as if that explained everything, as if the mere fact Molly was her family was all the reason he needed to love that little girl. People rarely got to see that side of Jason Morgan. She felt fortunate to be one of the few.
"Alexis had a hard time picturing you in your black leather jacket and boots shopping for a little girl surrounded by aisles of pink and purple, but Emily swore you picked the gift out yourself." Sam teased.
Jason cringed at the memory. Not having much experience with shopping, Emily later told him he'd picked one of the worst times to go. The store was crowded with early holiday shoppers and the aisles seemed endless with so many choices his mind boggled at the prospect of choosing only one. Fortunately, he'd rounded another aisle full of children's books that was empty of another single soul. He remembered reading travel books to Micheal and how much both he and Micheal enjoyed it and that's when he'd settled on what to get Molly for her birthday.
"Alexis, Nik and even Ric were impressed with such an educational choice in gifts." Sam told him. He'd picked out a hardcover book entitled 'I Wonder Why The Sea Is Salty: and other questions about the oceans' and she wondered what made him choose that particular gift.
Jason answered as if he'd heard Sam's thoughts. "I thought you could read it to her and tell her stories about your life at sea. I know she's still too young to really understand much, but hearing the happiness and wonder in your voice when you speak of the ocean and spending time with you is something I thought she'd enjoy."
Her heart swelled with that explanation.
"Jason, that was incredibly thoughtful. Thank you." Jason simply nodded.
Anxious to get the focus off of himself, he changed the subject. "Sonny said Micheal went to see you, at your new office I guess."
He figured she was probably at her new office when he realized she wasn't at the marina.
A wave of guilt rushed over her. Jason knew about her new business. Someone told him before she could. She wondered what else he knew. She didn't want to lie to him about Micheal either, but he was a client and she'd promised confidentiality.
Sam nodded. "He did. Micheal, Max and Milo put together the loveliest gift basket full of all my favorite Corinthos-Morgan coffees and a bunch of other stuff."
Jason smiled feeling proud of his nephew. "That's good Sam. I was surprised to hear you sold the Lazarus, but I'm glad you decided to make Port Charles your home. You'll make a great investigator. I never would have found Micheal without you."
"Thank you Jason." Sam felt bad. He'd heard all about everything she'd been keeping from him from someone else, but he wasn't throwing angry accusations at her. He was a smart man and she knew Jason had to realize she'd lied to him about her work and where she'd really been the last several months and instead of giving her grief about it he was congratulating her, encouraging her. Underneath though, she could tell he was hurt. Dammit. She never meant to hurt him. It was never that she hadn't trusted Jason with the truth, it was that she wasn't sure she trusted herself not to fail. She didn't want to tell anyone until she knew she had really done it, actually succeeded.
She wanted to surprise Jason and she'd always pictured it being something to make him really happy when she told him, but instead all she'd done was hurt him. She wondered if he'd already known last night when he found her on her boat. She wanted to ask why he'd left before she could introduce Coop, but she was afraid of his answer. He probably needed to get back to Elizabeth. Thoughts of that nurse and what she'd done to Micheal raced through her mind and anger surged through her. She needed to go. She had to prepare for tonight when hopefully she caught Elizabeth with her hand in the cookie jar.
Sam stood and Jason stood with her. A part of him was tempted to block her exit. He just missed her so damn much and it had been so nice just talking with her like they used to do. He was kicking himself. Obviously he'd said something to make her want to leave.
"Well, I've got a lot to do before we leave tomorrow. I better get to it." Sam smiled.
"What time should we meet?" Jason realized they hadn't discussed that yet.
"I'm picking Kristina up around four, so I figured we could meet at my boat around 5 o'clock?" Sam suggested.
Jason nodded. "Guess we'll see you then. Is there anything we should bring?"
"Just your sense of adventure and maybe a sense of humor if you can find one on sale somewhere." Sam teased.
Jason smirked. "Ha. Ha."
Sam walked by him. "Wow, you've been practicing that laugh I see. With a little more work you may not need to buy one after all."
Jason shook his head and rolled his eyes trying not to smile even though he secretly loved the way she teased him. Jason stood at his door and watched as Sam hit the button for the elevator. He wished she would stay longer, but at least he would have three whole uninterrupted days and nights with her starting tomorrow. He couldn't wait.
Just as the elevator doors opened, Cooper stepped out of his penthouse. "Coop? What are you doing up here?"
Coop smiled. "Sam, just the beauty I was on my way to find. You know, you really need to start answering your phone when I call every once in a while or did you already have to file an insurance claim for the new one too?"
Sam smirked and rolled her eyes. "Funny."
"Coop, is this your new place?" She pointed to the penthouse door behind him.
"Yep." Coop nodded. "It's perfect. Come on in, there's something I want to show you." He wiggled his eyebrows like a goof. "I've got a surprise for you."
"Oh!" Sam bounced happily as Coop walked backwards leading her by her arms into his place. "I love surprises."
"Well I know from experience just how much you love this one." Jason couldn't help but want to knock that sexy smile off Cooper Barrett's face as he pulled his Sam away from him.
He stood there glued to the spot watching yet another happy exchange between the couple and his stomach and heart began to ache. When Sam turned around at the last minute before the door closed, he saw her eyes dancing with happiness like they used to do for him. He dropped his head to the floor as he moved to slowly close the door. He was unable to take another minute of that agonizing torture, so he missed the fact that Sam caught a glimpse of him just before his door shut.
Coop was already inside and Sam had turned to close his door when she noticed movement at Jason's. She thought he'd closed it right after she left, but apparently he'd been watching her with Cooper once again yet made no moves for introduction. She knew Jason would never be considered sociable, but it wasn't like him not to familiarize himself with people involved in the lives of someone he cared about. Maybe that was it. Maybe he just didn't care, or care anymore. Still if that was the case, if he didn't care about her anymore, then why had he looked so sad just now?
Not just sad. He looked like someone or something was torturing him. She couldn't help wonder again if it had anything to do with why he'd been working out so hard and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to walk back over to his door and find out what was wrong, but before she could act on that feeling she was attacked from behind.
Sam felt herself lifted off the ground in an enthusiastic bear hug as she kicked the door the rest of the way closed with her outstretched boot.
"Goddess of Hotness!" Spinelli twirled her around in a circle before allowing her feet to touch down again.
Sam turned with a huge grin on her face and gave him a proper hug. "Spinelli, you made it. Finally! I'm so glad you're here!"
"Gracious greetings Goddess." He pulled out of the hug to look at her. "The Cunning Captain and I have anxiously awaited word from the Bodacious One so that we may happily reunite once again and behold you have blessed us with your spectacularly luminescent presence in the most fortuitous of timing." Sam had to chuckle at his over-exuberance.
"What he's trying to say is the Chinese food just got here." Coop translated and Spinelli nodded with loads of enthusiasm.
Damian Spinelli, in short, was a tech savvy surfer dude with a joyful spirit. If she were forced to name the celebrity he most resembled she would have to say a cross between Matthew Lillard as Shaggy in 'Scooby Doo' and Jesse Bradford as Joey Pardella in the 1995 cult classic 'Hackers'. He was born and raised in the surfing capital of Santa Cruz, California by his mother and father until they divorced when little Spin was barely six.
His workaholic father moved to New York shortly thereafter to head up the new East Coast headquarters of his security firm, only seeing his son once or twice a year at best from then on. Spin was an only child and his beautiful mother doted on him. By Spin's description his mom was a free spirit, a lifelong student of both visual and performing arts, yoga instructor and zen vegetarian surfing goddess who taught him in those disciplines as well. His love for computers and all things gadgetry must have come from his father.
Spinelli was a wonderful mixture of both parents, having inherited his genius IQ and keen eye for observation from his father and, she suspected but couldn't really know, his loyal heart and gentle soul from his mother. As acutely aware as he was of the true nefariousness of the world around him, there remained a peculiar innocence about him that reminded Sam of her brother and the more time she'd spent with Spinelli the more she couldn't help sort of take him under her wing in an attempt to protect that innocence as she had with Danny.
He loved the California lifestyle as evidenced by the way he still exemplified it in his surfer lingo, dress and mannerisms, but after his mother was killed in a horrible car crash in his senior year of high school Spinelli had opted to graduate early and attend college on the East coast closer to his father and far away from the taunting memories of the blessed life he'd shared with his most, in his words, beloved maternal one.
Sam ruffled her fingers through Spin's dark brown mop top. He wasn't a kid, but he was like her kid brother in a way and the gesture just felt natural for both of them. She often did that to him, followed by a reminder that he had a date with a pair of clippers in his near future. Sam was the only one Spin had let cut his hair since his mom died. She didn't know how he'd managed in the years between her passing and meeting her until she saw a few photographs and realized he hadn't. At least, not very well. He'd tried to cut his own hair a few times during those years with disastrous results.
"Cooper Barrett if you tell me you ordered my favorites I just might have to kiss you." Sam dove toward the brown bags still stapled together and sitting on the coffee table.
"Might as well go ahead and pucker up then, buttercup." Coop tilted his head and pointed to his cheek and Sam swooped back over and planted one right where he pointed.
Coop laughed. "You're so easy to please. Just keep you fed and don't wake you up without a cup of coffee on standby and you're good."
"It's called low-maintenance, baby." Sam winked playfully.
"Ah, the gang's all here. Together again at last. Most excellent. Excuse me while I grab a nice cold jackal juice from the fridge. Any takers?" Spin looked from Coop to Sam.
Sam shook her head. "I'll have water please."
"Beer." Coop shouted as Spin rounded into the kitchen.
Coop pulled out the napkins, paper plates and chopsticks while Sam busied herself opening the containers. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was until the tantalizing scents hit her nose. Spin returned with their beverages as requested and began crunching his barbecue chips on top of his steamed veggies with hot garlic sauce on the side and Szechuan string beans.
Anyone witnessing that for the first time would probably be appalled, but it was standard cuisine prep for Spinelli. He added barbecue chips to practically every meal, except cereal, and Sam and Cooper had seen it many times. He'd even dared them to try it a few times and Sam had to admit the chips with the string beans was pretty good.
"So, Coop, how did you find this place and even more impressively how did you convince Sonny Corinthos to lease it to you?" Sam said as she rubbed her chopsticks together.
Coop shrugged. "Spin performed a quick search of available residences downtown not too far from the station with a few of the features I'd asked for and this was one of them. When he showed me the virtual tour online and I got a glimpse of the view of the city I knew I wanted this place. As for Mr. Corinthos, well, I guess I'm just a likable fellow."
Sam nearly choked on her dumpling. "Likable yes, but you'd have to be family or his brand new bromantic interest for Sonny to allow you to rent this place considering why you've come to town. So, what gives?"
Coop sighed. He knew she wouldn't let it go. She was too damn sharp for her own good sometimes. "Well, let's just say I guess I'm connected."
Sam frowned. "Connected?"
Coop nodded pointedly and it took her another half second.
"What, you mean..me?" Sam said totally shocked.
"Yep. I guess since Jason knew we knew each other somehow he got Mr. Corinthos to change his mind about ousting me." Coop shrugged as he bit into his shrimp spring roll.
"Ousting. Most harsh." Spin noted with a mouthful of broccoli, baby corn and barbecue chips.
"Yea, what do you mean ousting and how do you know it was Jason?" Sam wanted to know.
Coop washed down his bite with a swig of his beer. "He stopped by earlier."
"Jason was here? He met you? Huh, he didn't say anything." Sam was beginning to think they'd stopped sharing every meaningful detail of each others life at that point. She didn't like the way it felt. Jason was her, well, he'd kind of started to feel like her everything. Guess things were different now, she sighed. He would never be that for her.
"Actually, you know, we never even introduced ourselves to one another. So, technically we still haven't formally met." Coop confessed.
"Well how did that happen? What did Jason come to say if it wasn't to introduce himself?" Sam had stopped eating now waiting for his answer.
Coop finished another bite. "I think he was only here following orders. He said he was a friend of my landlord and lived next door and that Mr. Corinthos had asked him to stop by so I let him in. He gave me some song and dance about Mr. Corinthos' having a family emergency and needing this place for his sister. He said Mr. Corinthos would be happy to compensate me for any time and trouble if I would leave today." Sam bit back a smile.
It sounded just like Sonny, but she was surprised he'd even let Cooper get his foot in the door. Sonny was cautious and, some might say, extremely paranoid. She suspected he had unauthorized background checks run on everyone that even neared his inner circle and wondered whose ass got capped for missing Cooper's new job as consultant to the PCPD.
She was sure Sonny wouldn't be happy about his new tenant and also considered insisting Coop move in with her after all. However, the fact that Jason had spoken up for Cooper due to his relationship with her went a long way to put her nerves at ease. Jason would never harm anyone he thought she cared about. At least, not unless there were absolutely no other alternative.
Coop continued. "Anyway I told him no problem because you'd offered for me to stay with you as long as I needed and that's when he changed his tune."
Sam's cheeks puffed out as she swallowed down a mouthful of water. "What do you mean?"
Coop chuckled. "I mean as soon as he found out my next residence was with you if he kicked me out, poor Courtney was out in the cold again."
Sam shook her head. "I'm not following."
Coop rolled his eyes. Love really was blind. "Not a minute after I told Jason we'd be shacked up together on your boat he told me, and I quote..err paraphrase 'Forget it. You're obviously someone important to Sam and she's a sister of Mr. Corinthos' daughter so Sam is family to us too.' he said he was sure Mr. Corinthos wouldn't feel right putting me out of a place I wanted and that was rightfully mine. He said he guessed Courtney could stay with him until they found some place else for her."
Sam wasn't sure which feeling to feel first. She felt loved by the way Jason had referred to her as his and Sonny's family. She felt envy toward a woman she'd never met that might share a penthouse with Jason. She felt confused and a small flurry of butterflies at the way Coop inferred Jason only changed his mind once he knew Coop's alternate living arrangements were with her. Could Coop have it right? Was Jason jealous? The very idea was too promising and complicated to consider.
Coop sensed she didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he focused on his meal. After a few minutes Coop and Spin began discussing their plans for the third bedroom upstairs. Coop wanted to turn it into a gym while Spin pictured it as more of a media room. Coop had the master bedroom, but Sam learned Spin was moving in with Cooper and taking the other master suite at the opposite end of the hall. Sam remained quiet as she enjoyed her scallops and their silly argument and tried not to let those hopeful butterflies take flight over thoughts of Jason and the real reason for his sudden change of heart.
After dinner was cleared and leftovers put away, Sam decided it was time to get down to business.
"So, Spin, how soon can the McCall P.I. network be up and running?"
"Why, within a few short hours if need be, Goddess. Is there some urgent matter that needs tending?" Spin wondered.
"Actually, there is." Sam told him. "Turns out you arrived just in time because I need your help for our first case tonight."
Spin rubbed his hands together in excitement. "I should not be at all astounded Goddess is already working her wily ways and has procured our very first client on our very first day of business. Most expeditious!"
"You've already got a client Sam? That's great!" Coop congratulated her.
"Thanks Coop. Spin, I hate to snag you on your first night in town. I know you probably want to settle into your new place and all, but..." Spin interrupted before she could finish.
"No worries Goddess. Just show me to our new HQ and I'll have the server, computers and various gadgets installed and running smoothly forthwith." He promised.
"Sweet! You're the best, Spin." Sam pulled him in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. She loved how he never failed to turn five shades of red whenever she did that.
Coop said goodnight to Sam and Spin after insisting they both be careful, especially Sam who he knew would be working the field. Spin then followed in his van behind Sam's motorcycle five blocks down to their new office building where they began setting up for Sam's very first job, nailing the nurse.
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